A work of fiction. Nothing more. Nothing less.
My dad sucks.
And he swallows.
My dad had proven his hunger but his desire was even greater.
I loved feeling myself in my dads mouth, balls deep, making him gag. An internal message that his gagging on my cock was akin to squirting pussy. The more I objectified him the more he was submissive to my rampant sex drive. It was all the time now, 9 out of 10 loads were going in his mouth. The focalization’s were becoming more intense and taboo. I had started seeing a girl. The relationship was going well as my sessions with my dad were removing any sexual tension. I had eaten her out and fucked her, made her cum and then emptied deep in her tight wet hot cunt on a regular basis. One day when I left her to meet Dad, he gave me a surprise blow and could taste her juices in my foreskin. Instantly made him horny, and grunted deep and strong sucking me. This started the new focalization, a taunt, a question : “hey champ, is my mouth better than HER pussy?” He’d give a devilish smile and keep bobbing on me. The truth was I loved the arrangement. I could have sexual release with two very attractive people I loved. The more focused relationship with my girlfriend wasn’t revolving around sex, and when it did happen it was really more intimately connected than raw sex - I saved that for my dads mouth lol. That’s not to say me and my old man didn’t have a unique emotional connection- naturally occurs being father and son. But obviously ours was deeper to be carrying a sexual relationship. It was and wasn’t a big deal. We were smart enough to not get caught. Always surveilling an area if it was public, but mostly it was behind closed doors and what consenting adults do behind closed doors is nobody’s goddamn business as far as I’m concerned. As far as I knew nobody knew what we were doing and I intended to keep it that way as we planned a trip to a beachside destination. We figured we’d just do it and not tell any family or friends. Not a week but definitely at least 3 days, maybe more maybe less.
Somehow during this time my sex drive was increasing. At least 2 loads a day, mostly being taken in dads dad gullet. In that moment, yes, his mouth was better than pussy.
Was this sexual preference a bit too broad? It worked for me. Yes I was filling a hot wet pussy and my own fathers mouth with his hot gooey grandkids almost everyday, which did I prefer? Well, at some point I eased the relationship for a while with her and kept throat fucking my dad. I saw her time to time but didn’t want to risk getting in deeper than I wanted, not yet anyway. She was going away for an internship.
I wasn’t too heartbroken, mostly because my Dad kept lapping load after load out of me. The immediate memories come to mind. Of course there was the time I convinced her to have a three way - she didn’t know he was my own dad. In the heat of the moment he rimmed me for the first time, I was ready for it, he ate me like a fat kid at a pie eating contest. Lapping at my bubble butt hole, I was fucking her face and had to groan when I finally came. Sitting on my own fathers face while he furiously ate my ass, while a woman ate my cum.
This of course turned him on even more to know I preferred him. And I did. No topic was taboo, no dirty talk was beyond what either of us could handle. Truth is even though I was the top in this situation, and my dad never touching me inappropriately as a child, thinking of his dick is what made me be turned on by men. His big bouncing balls. His tight bubble butt. His manly aroma, the smell of his crotch. He was a very hygienic man, so I was lucky. We would talk about this during our recent suck sessions and it brought us to a deeper level. He understanding that the archetype he has for men was designed by he, and he alone (yes erotic fiction but why not fantasize about something healthy too). The dynamic of father and son is many times too focused on an imbalance. No I didn’t start calling him by his first name, yes I was aroused when he started calling me Sir in public and private. “Sir may I play with your nipples?” He asked me during a session. He started calling it a “respect session” if anybody asked, but even then wouldn’t blab about it. And yes it’s a no no societal acceptance. But just like if a tree falls in a forest, who knows and who cares if it didn’t hit you. Maybe that’s just us. But we were determined to have nobody mess up our fun, not even us. We got to the point where we never even addressed the consensual sex between the two of us, it just happened and it felt natural and amazing. After a while we would switch things up, he had eaten my ass before and started making it regular habit. He’d tongue out my hole like a yogurt sample size cup. Put his tongue flat against my hole and suck at my pucker. Feeling his nose against my perineum, eventually moving his up to it and feeling him breathe and out against my balls was erotic. Then he’d move back up to my cock, finishing off his grandkids like a fine wine.
I felt less guilty thrusting my cock into my own dads mouth, he would find ways to show me “respect” as he said it. A prison term but he used it. So one day I opted to show my dad some respect too. It wasn’t a big deal. I was crazy horny after a week work trip. It was getting hard to not be obvious about us. We spent a lot of time together. But I knelt down one day and took him fully in my mouth. It wasn’t a big deal. Maybe all my release made me curious, I wanted to show him respect and I did on a regular basis. He never pushed for it and most of the time would decline in it favor of eating my cum. He’d have me suck him before I got off, even when I blew first I liked making him cum, his grunts and deep bellows. Inevitable he would nut in my mouth. I always finished him off the way he did me. First time I didn’t even care for the taste, kind of gagged, but the thought of emptying my dads balls. The vocalizing and dirty verbal went insane. “Is my mouth better than moms pussy?” Whew, did it get crazy. But that always pushed him over, we became comfortable enough that he could talk about her while in my mouth and it always made him bust harder. “Your mouth is almost as good as your moms pussy”. Or he’d just say it “your mouth is better than pussy”. Then unload what felt like a half cup of his daddy milk. When his balls would empty in me I could feel this weight lift from him. I was happy to give him an orifice that didn’t want anything except his milky sticky deposit. Sometimes with my nose nuzzled in his pushes, his hard cock in my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin, I felt bliss. I eventually would be eager enough to get multiple loads out of him, just keeping him in my mouth. If I took a break it would be to suck his balls, eat his hot hole. As he had originally allowed me to use his mouth, I let him use mine. Most times I would have to ask Dad to hold my head while I sucked him off, the warmth of his hands, feeling his heart beating fast and faster as he would get close to cum, feeling the pulsation of his heart, though his dick on my tongue. Then his cum mixing with my saliva, roping out in shots against my molars and feeling it hit the back of my throat.
Sometimes I’d keep him in my mouth still suckling on my dads cock. When I got him hard again we repeated the cycle til he was shooting blanks lol. I loved feeling his butt flex in agony, wmpty but giving me it’s good will. His cock pulsating against my tongue again. I kept sucking. Like he had so many times for me. Like it was my lifeline, like my existence was to keep him aroused. The smell of his sweaty clean skin mixed with my spit and his cum. Cum on its own I can’t stand but with his natural scent it’s all perfect. He erupts in my throat again, hot wet. The same way I vocalized taboo to him he did to me “ that’s better than pussy champ” he mumbled in between aroused groans. Eventually him erupting in my mouth. I now can swallow and even though it isn’t the best taste, I want it. Just something so arousing to have my dads cock in my mouth as he used me for his pleasure. Yes he was respectful but eventually I’d ask him to be more aggressive as it turned me on.
“Gonna get that mouth pregnant”, “he’d vocalize a couple of sessions. There was a sick sense of arousal, orally worshipping the same dick that brought me into the world, the same ball sack that aches as it empties into my hungry gullet that held me as a humble but determined sperm lol. I wondered if his dick and loads were the same when I was conceived, if he came as hard, as aggressively. Sometimes he’d mount my head like pussy, both feet on my shoulders in a squat position and treat my mouth like any other orifice. Bred me like the hungry whore I was, just like I had mounted and bred his mouth thousands of times before.
It was just two guys busting a nut together, we just happen to be related. Lol
*sound of son sucking dads cock, dad groaning in delight*
Dad groans as I feed on his sticky deposits. He’s still sucking me I just now tend to return the favor. Truthfully I like the texture of my dad’s dick. The perfect oral fixation.
I loved feeling him lose control and flood my mouth with his seed.
